Of Shindigs and Hootenannies

Gathered debris
blocks by bricks by bracket
placement

by brazen bravado
mastering the art
of evil eye penetration

Six spent silver orbs
tongue the ancient wound

calcified and classified
by distinction,
rank, number, sign, sigil,
creed, color, and other
various degrees of
cockamamie

Velvet wonders
and indigo skylines

blue cotton candy
in a daydream where sugar
doesn’t rot teeth and clarity
toward sweet cavities
of utter annihilation

It never ceases to amaze me
even in my more jaded phases
the shifts of mood
that nature can pivot between
and through

infused
in every molecule
of the atmosphere
and cell of our bodies
and neuron flashing hot
like a blanket of spring warmth
after the miracle of snow
assumes a gentle leave

Blessings everywhere
and problems too

both in piles
miles high

and it’s all heaven or hell
right here on earth
depending upon perception

Notes of birds
exotic to my ears
hum across the breeze

and I am a swoon
of passion
fashioned mellow
and stoic
at the edge where numbness
meets open nerves

My prayer to God
and call to action
is to manifest
more magic
in the mundane moments
that have a tendency
to make weighty mud
out of vital clay
which otherwise
embodies the potential
for electric conductivity
when molded
with mindfulness
and proper cultivation

Which is to say
I’m just begging
for consciousness
to explode

Scott Thomas Outlar is a lover of truth and enjoys researching philosophy, psychology, politics, spirituality, and any other facet of consciousness in the pursuit of reaching a higher state of vibration. He also enjoys writing rants, poems, essays, short stories, and prose-fusion screeds covering such subjects. Scott Thomas can be reached at 17numa@gmail.com. You can also watch and/or subscribe to his YouTube Channel Read other articles by Scott Thomas, or visit Scott Thomas's website.